Semua Bab The Alpha's Hybrid Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 5

TessaI am so dead.Not metaphorically. Not dramatically. Like, actually, genuinely, biologically dead if I don't get back to the dormitory block before midnight.The full moon doesn't care that I still have three corridors left to mop. Scholarship students don’t get excuses. Especially not ones like me.I round the corner at the end of the east hall and immediately flatten myself against the wall, heart slamming against my ribs. The sound of footsteps — heavy, deliberate, hunting — echoes from somewhere behind me.Of course. Of course, tonight of all nights."Levine!" The voice bounces off the stone. Mira. I'd recognise that particular brand of cruelty anywhere. "We just want to talk!"Sure. The last time Mira Ellsworth wanted to talk, I ended up with a bruised jaw and a mouthful of blood.Normally, I'd stop. Turn around. Let them see my face and make it clear that I'm not scared, because the moment they think you're scared is the moment it gets so much worse. I know how to handle Mi

TessaI wait to feel it.The impact. The claws. The part where everything goes dark and stops hurting.I wait.And wait.And—Nothing.I crack one eye open.The wolf that launched at me is not on top of me. It's across the path, scrambling back on its haunches, and it looks — frightened. Actually, genuinely frightened, which is not a thing I have ever seen on the face of a half-shifted Alpha wolf and I'm not entirely sure I'm not hallucinating it.I open both eyes.And then I see why.There is a wolf standing in front of me.A pink wolf.Not brownish-red. Not auburn. Not any shade of nature that has ever occurred in the natural world. Pink. Vivid, unhinged, unapologetic pink, with streaks of black running through the fur like even in wolf form she couldn't resist the aesthetic. She's smaller than the four on the path — most Alphas run big, brutal, built for dominance — but the way she stands makes up for every inch she lacks. Head low. Shoulders up. A snarl rolling out of her chest th

Tessa"—honestly surprised something didn't finish her off last night."I keep walking.Tray in hand, eyes forward, the kitchen door twenty feet away. I've done this long enough to know that responding before the third comment is what they want. I make them wait."Hey." A hand grabs my sleeve. The tray tilts. I catch it. "I'm talking to you."I stop.Mira Ellsworth is standing in the middle of the hall with two girls behind her and that particular look on her face — the one that means she's already decided how this ends and just needs me to play my part.I've been spacing out all morning. The dream — or whatever it was — keeps cutting in at the edges. Red eyes in a mirror. A shape in the dark. A voice that didn't come from anyone's mouth.Silver, I'd thought, right before everything went black.I only know one wolf with eyes like that.I shake it off."I have dishes to return," I say."They can wait." Mira smiles. "You look awful, by the way.""Thanks. Are we done?""Your father must